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Am7I Cadd9can't open up to E7you
FMe and my friends are Am7lonely
Cadd9I don't know what to E7do
FI always figured Am7I'd bCadd9e the one to E7die aloneF
Am7I cope Cadd9smothered in smoke
E7Deep high, Fdrape my soul in
Am7I knowCadd9 things that you don't
E7I've met Fmurdering folk
And Am7they tooCadd9k one of our own
E7They took our Finnocent home
So Am7I Cadd9can't open up to E7you
FMe and my friends are Am7lonely
Cadd9I don't know what to E7do
FI always figured Am7I'd bCadd9e the one to E7die aloneF
So Am7is there any lesson Cadd9in confessing that you posted up
Like E7Jesus on the corner Fselling baggies full of blessing?
Is it Am7stressing all the things that Cyou have morally accepted?
Is it E7vexing wearing clothes that Fyou have bled in?
Am7Picture perfect victim, Cadd9overwhelmed and so sadistic
I was E7looking for a purpose, wFhat a chance you had some with you
On the Am7street when I forgot, theCadd9 city breathes when I do not
If I leave E7it does not stop here, Fno
So Am7is there any treason Cadd9in the tricky little price E7I pay? F
Oh Am7is there any treason Cadd9in the tricky little price E7I pay? F
So Am7I Cadd9can't open up to E7you
FMe and my friends are Am7lonely
Cadd9I don't know what to E7do
FI always figured Am7I'd bCadd9e the one to E7die aloneF
I always figured Am7I'd bCadd9e the one to E7die aloneF
I always figured that Am7I'd bCadd9e the one to E7die aloneF.?
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